Explicit | Cullen x Trevelyan | Hawke x Trevelyan | WC: 500K + (WIP) | DA:I | Epic | Multiship | Slow burn | Fast burn | Complications While Saving the World
Chapter Summary:
Fleeing the would be assassin hiding within the Inquisition ranks, Rose and Cullen strike out on their own path across Orlais.
Fic Summary:
Lady Rose Trevelyan is in over her head.
Her attendance at the Conclave was only meant to distract her from her failures as a daughter. And then it blew a hole in the world. Marked by an unknown magic, armed with only a few relevant skills, Rose fumbles and fights her way across Thedas with a band of shockingly deadly oddballs dedicated to stopping— well, all of it. As apocalyptic forces conspire to break and remake her, Rose is snared between the tentative devotion of the Inquisition’s stalwart commander and the fierce love of legendary warrior Garrett Hawke, two vastly different men both haunted by hindsight.
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It’s not his demons that wake him this time, but hers. He’d extricated himself from the hold he’d had on her earlier and spread out his bedroll in the narrow band of space on the floor and laid there awake fighting guilt, wondering what exactly Hawke had meant by ‘looking after her’ and how far past the line he’d gone. He’d held her. That was all. Not that it hadn’t ignited a fierce longing inside him, but there was nothing untoward.
It’s barely a whimper that jerks him to his senses, sending him grasping for the hilt of his sword beneath the bed. Above him, Rose sits upright, smoothing the blankets over her legs.
“Rose?”
“Nightmare.” Moonlight casts a diamond paned shadow over her, a little like a cage.
His insides tense. She’s a dreamer. Is anything ever just a nightmare?
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No. Could you just… tell me he’s gone?” she whispers.
“Hawke?” he asks. Rose nods. Cullen remembers the need he’d once had to hear reality repeated back to him. Still, there’s a brutal ache in his chest. “Hawke died in the Fade. Alistair, Vivienne, Solas and Cole saw it.”
“Alistair said he threw himself off a cliff— all the fearlings giving chase. But— you don’t fall in the Fade the same. You can shape it with your will.”
“You think he survived the fall.”
“No, I—” Her shoulders slump. “I don’t know.”
“They described the blow he took. The size of the wound. He wouldn’t survive it, Rose. And they wouldn’t have left him there if he would have,” he says. Moonlight reveals a pearly thread across her cheek. He can feel the hot creep of his own potential tears. “I’m sorry.”
“Thank you,” she murmurs.
“Why?”
“Because I need the reminder,” she says. “The dreams are so real. I start second-guessing…” Cullen reaches and lays his hand over her ankle through the blanket, a stolen touch, he admits, but she doesn’t object.
“You should try to get some more sleep. It’s two more days until Val Foret and there won’t be a proper bed tonight.”
Rose lies down again, the ropes of the bed squawking. Cullen follows her example, reacquainting his shoulder blades with the floor.
“Won’t we be exposed in Val Foret? People might recognize us.”
“We’re lying low,” he answers. “Leliana’s contact there is a laundress.”
“And getting there? We’re a bit recognizable.”
“I’ll wear a hat.”
The silence drags on so long he figures she’s gone back to sleep.
“What kind of hat?”
Cullen smiles. “I’ll tell you what. You can decide.”
Silence again.
“You shouldn’t give me that kind of authority.”
“You already have that authority. Technically.”
If only he could hear smiles. He’d like to know if he inspired one.
She doesn’t speak again, the quiet giving way to the whisper of breath through her nose. Cullen finds himself praying silently. He doesn’t dare ask anything for himself, instead reserving it all for her, for the challenges that lay before her and all the others. That she might find the strength to carry on.
His own feelings are immaterial.
The tension in his chest can go straight to the Void.
But when has love been anything other than a festering wound?
Willa reveals what her parents did to her as a teen that made her cut them off.
Chapters: 28/?
Fandom: X-Men - All Media Types, X-Men Evolution (Cartoon)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Pietro Maximoff/Original Female Character(s), Azazel/Original Female Character(s), Erik Lennsherr/Original Female Character(s)
Characters: Pietro Maximoff, Quicksilver (X-Men), Azazel (X-Men), Magneto (X-Men), Erik Lehnsherr, Original Mutant Characters (X-Men)
Additional Tags: Multiple Pairings, two different OCs, Romance, Slow Burn, Brotherhood of Mutants (X-Men), Politics, American Politics, religious trauma, Islamophobia, Muslim Character, Catholic Guilt, Female Friendship, Childhood Trauma, Mutant Rights, Mutants are a metaphor for minorities, Eventual Sex, Canon-Typical Violence, First Love, Radicalization, Terrorism, Systemic Oppression, Explosions, Praise Kink, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Vaginal Sex
Summary:
Willa Novak and Laila Nejem were a peculiar pair: an ex-Catholic and a conflicted Muslim, a sexy punk and a modest hijabi, a horrible disappointment and the perfect daughter; they were both mutants and the best of friends. Together, they owned The Purple Moon, an Arab-Southern-Fusion jazz club that could only be found in New York City. Yet, the two had a secret - underneath their club was an illegal mutant fighting ring. As Gravity and Badra, they were shrewd businesswomen ready to do whatever it takes to protect themselves and their club. That readiness is put to the test when Quicksilver and Azazel of the Brotherhood of Mutants show up to investigate their fight club. But even when the Brotherhood determines that their club isn't exploiting mutants, the pair continues to show up at the Purple Moon. What could they want of these business owners? And why do the women start to look forward to each visit?
Willa and Laila's lives have been steady and calm for years, but with the Brotherhood involved in their club and anti-mutant hate growing, the tides are about to change.
Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen ; Lando Norris/Carlos Sainz ; Charles Leclerc/Carlos Sainz ; Max Verstappen/Daniel Ricciardo ; Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri ; Lando Norris/Charles Leclerc ; Charles Leclerc/Pierre Gasly ; Pierre Gasly/Yuki Tsunoda
Strangers, family, friends, maybe lovers and maybe nots. They all come from different backgrounds, with different hopes, dreams and aspirations. Their common ground? They all know Max or Carlos or Max ‘and’ Carlos, and they all have a talent for complicating their lives.
This is the tale of a group of friends whose roads run in parallels, cross, tangle and untangle only to tangle again. There is friendship and love, problems and solutions, misery and joy. There is a life with all its ingredients.
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Something tells me Lucius is everyone's go-to sweetheart when things are hard, or HE'S the one everyone knows will go out of his way to get it outta them~
BPD anon cont. - 1) what does being polyamorous mean to you? 2) how did you know you were polyamorous? 3) I know it's a part of her identity and this thought is irrational, but I can't help but feel I did something wrong and that I'm not good enough (despite what she tells me). Do you have any suggestions on how to combat this? If you choose to answer these questions, thank you so much for your help! If not, no hard feelings, and have a nice day :)
1) what does being polyamorous mean to you?
To me, polyamory is multiple relationships with the consent of everyone involved.
2) how did you know you were polyamorous?
I found out I was polyam by happenstance. I was having feelings while in a relationship and Tumblr actually exposed me to the terminology. Once I had the right words, and knew it was a “thing,” I knew it was me. And I’ve been living my life that way ever since (I “came out” as polyamorous at 16).
3) I know it's a part of her identity and this thought is irrational, but I can't help but feel I did something wrong and that I'm not good enough (despite what she tells me). Do you have any suggestions on how to combat this?
So my second polyamorous relationship I was still young, around 17 years old. And at that time, my partner had a car and a license and I didn’t. This meant that she went on more dates, had sex with more people, got more contact than I could. I don’t know if I felt like I did something wrong, but I was envious. What I do know, is that you sound very introspective, which is really good. You’re not blaming your partner for your insecurities, but ultimately, they’re just that. Polyamory should enhance all relationships (such as when a primary gets a secondary the primary relationship is still getting benefits from that secondary. ((I know now all people practice hierarchical but this is just one example)) I would take a deep look at my partner's actions. Are my needs still being met? Do they regularly tell me they love or care about me? Is my opinion valued when shared? Do we communicate issues up front? These are some good starter questions to ask yourself. You would be surprised at the answers. If your partner meets your needs and you’re overall happy (except for instances where you feel negatively) then it is more than likely still a good relationship. There just needs to have a re-framing of the mind. This isn’t easy, either. And takes time. If your partner tells you you didn’t do anything wrong, believe them. If they remind you you are good enough, believe them.
It is tough being mono with a polyamorous person, but that doesn't mean it won’t work. It sounds like you have a person you care about and can be comfortable with them seeing other people, as long as you feel secure in the relationship. That’s all we ever want to feel. Like our efforts are reciprocated. Take the time to talk to your partner and ask these questions to yourself. With those answers, you can decide the next steps.
You already took the first step by reaching out for more information. You’re on the right path. I’m willing to answer any question you have!
